“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

2.27.2010

Yesterday's Rain - Gone

Rain yesterday, that dreary drizzly kind-of-cold-staying-in-the-40s all day kind of rain, you don't really need an umbrella, just work your almost wet way through the drops if they're dropping, the perfect day for continuing to have the blues, a day that kept me thinking if spring would just get here things would feel better, and I just pushed through it, worked late, crying at everything and nothing as I packaged photos, worrying about the cat at home, what would she do because I worked so late?, only to find when I pulled into the dark driveway that she'd snuck outside sometime during the afternoon and was perfectly fine, even happy to be out in the out. A lesson I should learn, but it had been a long week, and I wanted nothing but to collapse on the couch and I did and sleep found me somewhere in the middle of watching The Chronicles of Narnia, thinking I could make those winter trees, designing new photo studio ideas in my head.

This morning, a weekend alone awaits me, and sunshine greets me from one window and another, and things feel possible. I remember all the things I've been forgetting, and feel as if I could possibly move, feel as if I could get something done if the phone doesn't ring, as much as I love whoever might be on the other end. My muscles ache and are tight from answering people and the hat above reminds me of my uncle who liked to be alone, who lived in a little mobile home with a cat and that was all he needed, that and an expensive cowboy hat, white straw for casual wear.

Saturday and the weekend is mine and there is much to catch up on, I won't get it all done, but I feel rested and Maggie seems fine, sleeping in my lap, and alone time is my gift, that and the everywhere sunshine and warming air, a rumor of high 50s, maybe even 60 degrees teasing me, even warmer tomorrow. There are squirrels in the yard and birds in the air and the music in my house is blessed silence, and though I've already had one English muffin, another calls to me, and if there is time, I have a recipe for baked apples in phyllo dough - I have no idea if that is spelled right and I am too lazy to check - and perhaps tomorrow some homemade soup. It all feels possible.

11 comments:

  1. it was as if your thoughts were coming out of your head like a receipt from a cash register and we all got to stand there reading them.....

    I LOVE THAT KIND OF POST !

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  2. Isn't there something magical about a weekend of possibility and homemade soup?

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  3. Your weekend sounds heavenly. I could use one of those baked apples about now!

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  4. phyllo dough...yes.. perfect spelling.. and yum it is with cinnamon, sugar and apples. sounds like a splendid weekend!

    all my walls are blue, lights are washing over them causing a kind blue skyburst to sparkle throughout the room. sigh...lovely.

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  5. Possibilities is my post today at V&V! Great minds, Debi. Give Maggie a snuggle and you a hug.

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  6. Well...I'm late visiting..and the weekend is over..and I hope it was wonderful and everything you hoped it would be. More - I hope you had a chance to enjoy the gift of time alone.

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  7. a weekend alone, how wonderful. such a difference between alone and lonely. lonely is stifling, alone is creative.

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  8. cold and warm all at the same time

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  9. hee hee... i just saw that word today on a menu. i think it's filo dough??? but i could be wrong.

    love this photo! you captured the feeling and mood of rain so wonderfully in it.

    i can't wait for rain, because it will mean it's too warm for it to be snow. i can't wait for spring!

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  10. Beth's description of your post was perfect. And if your words were a receipt, I'd gladly pay the bill just to read the magic that is your heart. Love you, D. I do.

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  11. Oh, here's to sunshine in the windows, squirrels, homemade soup and healthy four footed friends (I'm so glad she is doing so well)...and beautiful silence.

    I am about to start a one week retreat, at home, (and very casual...no rules) during the spring break...complete with homemade soup and lot's of alone time. This post calmed a few of my subtle fears about it...a happy confirmation that I am on the right track. Thank you!!!

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